“I aimed for the moon, ended up hitting the stars.”
“…”
“Then the stars got angry, ‘tarted looking for me. Wanted to give me the ol’ one-two. So I had to hide, ya know? Found this place.”
She blinked, twice.
“Look, I’m sorry aight. I get it. Me movin' in secret. Into yer attic. Living here for the past couple of years...
“Why don't we start over. The name's John but people call me Sick Socks. Happy to meet 'cha.”
— Bastian Espada